“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event”
I woke at 5:45am this morning. When I sat up in bed, my movement woke Steve, who said “It snowed. The ground is covered.”
He had gotten up 15 minutes before, and as he made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, he glanced out the front window.
Steve was able to go back to sleep, but I was wide awake. I pulled on a pair of fleece pants and socks, and headed downstairs to start the coffee brewing. Sedona followed me, her bones creaking and snapping as she made her way slowly down the stairs. I’ve noticed that a lot lately, and I can’t help but wonder how much longer she’ll be able to make that climb up and down. She already needs assistance getting in and out of the car. My poor girl is getting old. She celebrated her 12th birthday this summer - which makes her 84 in human years. Heck, if I was 84 I’d be creaking as I climbed the stairs too!
I glanced out the window at the snow, and took note of the reading on the outside thermometer - a chilly 24F. I pulled on a fleece jacket, slipped my feet in my hiking boots, and put my camera on the tripod. My goal was to take some photos of the pretty white ground covering, even though it was still really dark.
While Sedona ran off sniffing and exploring the woodline, I experimented with camera settings and tried my best to get a good focus. Forget autofocus when it’s dark; the lens can’t pick up anything to focus on. I took about 30 photos altogether, but had to delete the majority of them for being a tad too soft.
